Rivers Poem by William King Jr.

You bleed pain like a hemophiliac with a slit wrist.
I try to add loving pressure but you resist.
You bleed on everyone around you forcing onto them your pain.
You don't care who you bleed around.
You have no shame.
People try to patch you up but you insist on bleeding.
Not know that compassion is what your really needing.
Your pain flows like a river; ever flowing.
Your self pity builds up a dam without you even knowing.
The pain that you bleed is too much for the pity
It overflows the dam and floods the walls of your body, your city.
Being fed up with your pain you decide to make it stop.
Farewell, my friend, you gained your freedom but now you are forever lost